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Iracebeth had intended to ignore him entirely when she spotted him across campus again. Truly, she had.
Unfortunately, fate — or perhaps simple incompetence — intervened when someone passing too quickly clipped Maddox’s shoulder, sending the stack of papers in his hands scattering dramatically across the courtyard. Loose notes spiraled everywhere in the wind like a small academic tragedy unfolding in real time.
Iracebeth stopped several feet away, staring at the mess in silence before exhaling softly through her nose.
“…You again.”
The princess crouched with surprising elegance to catch one of the papers before it could disappear entirely, holding it carefully between gloved fingers as another page smacked directly into her shoe.
“I am beginning to think the universe throws objects at you recreationally.”
A faint pause followed as crimson eyes flicked upward toward him, noticeably less cold than during their first meeting.
“Should I assume this level of chaos simply follows you naturally, or is this another attempt at making an impression?”
